The only thing that stops the dust is the rain. It’s a sweet reprieve, but there is no middle ground. The land is either as dry as the Betty Ford clinic, or as wet as the ocean floor. Everything can be seen from the ridge overlooking Armadillo as John Marston gently bounces along atop...

I've got a date tonight! So I'll upload the Thanksgiving Episode tomorrow morning. So it should magicaly appear when you're all sleeping like I'm the Podcast fairy....yes....yiiiis, that's right - picture me in a tutu.

In the meatime, here's a teaser. We had an intro planned where we each had designated words in a sentence, and guess who fudged it up!

This is so much fun! We should do this weekly. Tuesdays are best for me, but I can do Mondays as well.
EDIT: 1:05:10 is the reason why I hate my brother. He's older than me and a worthless scumbag._________________

WickedLiquid, you need to prepare a new bundle of questions for the show._________________I sprinkle sand into the waters of night. The grains burn as they fall, reminding me of another in times long passed away. I watched him even then as he fell, his face undefeated, his eyes still proud.